Poem by Francis Thompson

Dedication to Coventry Patmore

Lo, my book thinks to look Time's leaguer down,
Under the banner of your spread renown!
Or if these levies of impuissant rhyme
Fall to the overthrow of assaulting Time,
Yet this one page shall fend oblivious shame,
Armed with your crested and prevailing Name.

1. Unto This Last
2. After Her Going
3. The Making of Viola
4. To Daisies
5. Before Her Portrait in Youth

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